I'm a fairly average guy for the most part. 16 years old, in the tenth part class, brownish tomentum, brown oculus and the names Dan by the way. The only weird thing about me is that I have a slender disposition to obsessively shade, well just one soul, but I know it's still equally as fucked up. I never intended on it but for a while of my tenth twelvemonth in school, I stalked a girl in my class named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunette little girl in my class that I just could not take my center off of. She was fairly fair aswell, she had a duo of friends, both guys and girls, would hang out at the mall and party occasionally but what set her apart from the rest, for me atleast, were her feet. Most of the time she wore tomy's or stool pigeon so that I wouldn't be able-bodied to get a look at them and would have to weirdly stare at her ankle joint. other times though, when it got a little warm in the summer she would put on open toed shoes and my mind would just wander during socio-economic class. She sat pretty close to me in most social class so it was severely for me to pay attention when those gorgeous groundwork were around. In history she sits behind me, and on one juncture I was so desperate just to get a coup d'oeil of those hone pedicured feet, ‘ drive this was the get-go time in a week she had worn sandals, that I faked dropping my pen side by side to her desk just so I could lean down and get a whiff and a glance at those toes. What I would give for those understructure running all over my dead body, caressing my growing gumshoe and teasing me with that beautiful scent.
Now I know this all looney, I'm acting like a psychotic foot worshiper that's never been laid, but those feet are simply that amazing.
We only had three classes together and it was only this year that we had any at all campaign the year before she was in a completely different school. It was only the fourth calendar week of term, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a hebdomad straight I would go house and masturbate More than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those feet getting sweaty in her socks when she wore come together shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and tangy smell. I wanked in the shower in the dawning before school cerebration of when she wore sandals, with the fabric wedged rightfulness between those painted toe nails and the so of her feet being hugged by her brake shoe. On the kickoff day of school she came without any nail glossiness which was still extremely aphrodisiac and on the rest of the hebdomad her toe nails were painted light blue. Now don't get me wrong, her feet weren't the only sexy think about her, she had a cute human face, B cup breasts and mostly wore denim that hugged that tiny white ass of hers.

It was strong-arm ed today and this would be the first fourth dimension I would see her in working out dress, barefoot and act on it in a very ‘ stalkery'way. I headed in to the changing room and got in to my shorts and working out top then made my way out on to the indoor basketball hoop ball court. I stood awkwardly for a couple of seconds just standing around waiting for her to follow out of the changeroom while trying not to make it too obvious. I waited a minute more, just imagining her taking off her snitch and then socks to uncover those ever so beautiful infantry. Another minute passed when finally I saw her walk out of the miss changing rooms. I had an wink hard on as I gazed over to her. Her chocolate-brown hair falling down to those chirpy tit covered by her tanktop, her gray tights that hugged her wooden leg then finally those accept metrical foot walking all around on the frigidness story. I stared for a minuscule too long and I think she might have noticed so I quickly shifted my attention to the manly hoops game that was going on. Our P.E teacher Mr.Edwards arrived a couple minutes after and split us in to two man radical so we could praxis just some world-wide orb skills. I was pretty shit at most variation and hoops wasn't any unlike. To my amazement, I got paired up with Courtney. Fuck, this would be bittersweet. Being the awkward me, I could not take my eyes off of those understructure for a secondly which I'm passably sure she noticed ‘ cause she crinkled up her toes as if to hide out them.
‘ Hey,'I said fairly weirdly.
‘ Hey,'she replied.
If only I wasn't so socially uneasy.
Anyways, we did the whole ballock exercises affair and now and then I would sneakily take hold of peaks at her jumping up and arching the soles of her substructure as she did. A part of me wanted to just view as them in my manus and lick them. After ten minutes I had worked up a pretty steady hard on and as soon as we had to commute partners, I ducked out and headed to the change rooms. I stood outdoors both doorway of the changing rooms for a second, contemplating something. My cock grew larger and larger with the thoughts going on in my head. In a minute of pure lust I quickly burst in to the girlfriend changing room in a search for Courtney's bag. Luckily there was no one else in there and I sure hope it stayed that way. I finally caught sight of her bag and quickly rummaged through it until I finally got my hands on what I was looking for, her socks. I took handgrip of one and entered one of the fille can kiosk and promptly slid down my shorts and undies and whipped out my cock. I took her sock and pushed my dick inside it then started stroking superintendent fast cause I knew I didn't have much clock time. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this air-sleeve that had been on her feet the completely morning, massaging those toes. I came in to the windsock in an burst of gabardine succus that made me go dizzy for a few seconds I was so aroused. Straight after that I pushed out the hold up jet of cum in to sock and just left it hanging on to my dick after pulling my shorts up then made my way back to the male child changing suite as if nothing happened. social class ended then and I got dressed back in to my rule day dress sadly knowing that I didn't have any more socio-economic class with her for the eternal sleep of the day but being turned on by the fact that I was wearing her cum filled wind sock throughout the day with her wondering where the shtup it could have disappeared to.
The sleep of the week passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her consistence and luscious feet, going home and masturbating in to her sock and stalking her on almost every social meshing. Then finally, weekend came and a unscathed new series of case were set in motion.

It was Sunday morning and I headed off to the shopping centre alone to get some new putty for my fuzz and get myself some decent clothes. There weren't many people around, just moms shopping for groceries and people getting solid food. I was standing in the hands aisle, just looking at some sweaters when I spotted her. There Courtney was, all alone, wearing a scarf, Brown University cardigan, tanktop, blue jean and sandals that beautifully highlighted her feet. I tried to stay un noticed as she browsed the aisles, grabbing some tops and a couple of shoes. I hid away as she tuned in my direction while trying not to make it too obvious that I was actually hiding from her and peeked over one of the shelf to see that she was going in to the grooming elbow room. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would follow. I stopped at the street corner to see which stall she was going in to. After I heard the threshold close I followed and walked in to the carrell directly across from hers and thought about just what the hellhole I was doing for a second then was reassured by the heavy on in my pants. After thinking for a 2nd I noticed that the bottom of the door to the carrel was a piffling off the land so that you could easily see out of them. I quickly got down to my knee joint and gazed across the transit to her stall where thankfully I could get a glance of her cunning feet with toe nails painted white. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare sol touch the low temperature ground and my shaft twitched with excitement. For some weird ground though her door opened up and her feet traipsed over towards my stall and I couldn't react quick enough when the door opened and she was staring right at me.
‘ Oh, Irish bull, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that there was anyone in here, it didn't say occupied on the whorl outside…the latch on my doorway was broken so I tried to see a unlike kiosk'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan right ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't trouble about it, it's totally mulct, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her eyes then slowly shifted downwards to my denim where she could just get to out the outline of my rock hard turncock. I could feel the seriously awkward tension in the room and just form of agitate my body to the side.
‘ Uhhh…okay..'she said, going red in the buttock, ‘ sorry for asking but you didn't bring any clothes in here ?'
I just stood speechless, then stupidly let my eye wander to her legs then down to those cute bare toes.
‘ Dan…are you…uhh. Do you sustain some sort of fetish, about feet I mean ?'
There was quiet for a mates secondment as I hoped she hadn't caught on to my seriously weird traits.
‘ It's just cause the early day in P.E you were kinda glancing down at them rather often and right now you seem to be struggling to keep your eyes looking at my face.'
I simply had no idea of how to reply, I couldn't tell if I was turned on by the fact that she had caught me and she was bare footed right in front of me and I had a raging hard on or I was terrified by it all.
She must've noticed cause she then said, ‘ It's totally okay if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so much time in making my invertebrate foot look sexy and someone admires them,'then read that I was totally amazed by everything that had just happened and that she could do pretty much whatever she wanted with me so she locked the doorway behind her.
‘ Uhh..'I simply replied.
‘ Let's see how far your fetish really goes…'she said, smirking.
She motioned for me to get down on my knees and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the olfactory perception of those gorgeous toes just a couple in away from my human face. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement.
She then took a couple stride back and sat down on the belittled workbench that was against the rampart, holding her script clasped under her thighs, legs held in my facial expression and camel toe in view.
‘ Please me babe,'she smirked.
For a couple minutes I was her cunt, I instinctively started sucking on her toes, tasting them, savouring each one and drenching both her feet with my saliva. She watched me breastfeed on each toe, giving her base the gentle joy she deserved. I could tell apart she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her oral sex back and closing her eyes. I licked the soles of her feet and she giggled. After she had had her pleasance she told me sit with my back against the wall and pull down my jeans then keep my arms at my sides and she would do the residual. There was already heaps of pre cum blotched all over my briefs in plain embarrassing vista. She brought her feet down to my thighs and tugged at my shorts with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved pubis then the origin of my veiny, pulsating cock. She pulled my Jockey shorts all the way down till my tool stood at attention. I closed my eyes in hug drug as I tried to concenter on not cumming but I simply couldn't help it. The sight of those white toe nails going through my brown pubes, her soles rubbing against the foreland of my gumshoe and smearing my white juice all over her understructure forced my peter to burst in waves of sperm that splattered on the ground and some that hit her feet and almost up to her ankles. After those 5 amazing minutes, she took the perspirer she was buying, wiped down my cock off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to return me a kiss on the mouth, then left, until I would hopefully see her at schoolhouse the next day.
Those five minute of arc were the not bad meter of my life history, but only for a short while cause a lot more would happen that would make my tempestuous woolgather come lawful .